Okay, I love the reviews, and boy has Tree Hill changed in about ten years. This chapter I added a bit of humor, well I thought it was funny, with the perks of Nathan's job. As you all know, he is the coach at Tree Hill High School, he sort of has Whitey's job, but does other things around the school, because he can't be paid for teaching two gym classes a day and being the basketball coach. I think either this chapter, or the next I put in why he isn't in the NBA. So, I hope you enjoy.
Wishing
Chapter Two- Celebrity Treatment
Nathan was working in the school's office that morning. They were a bit short-handed. One of the secretaries called in sick. Surprisingly, so did about two dozen teenage girls mothers, all having some excuse why their child would not be attending school today. The thing was, these two dozen calls are from a fifteen minute time span. He kept getting calls to excuse the girls from school. He was sure that today the school would look like an all boys school.
Over half of the calls he received weren't excusable absences, but the mothers insisted on letting the girls stay home anyways, even with an unexcused absence. He knew why they wouldn't be at school. The other office staff answering the phones? Probably not. Their teachers? Probably not.
He knew they were all in line to get tickets to see Haley, and when the rush in the office slowed, that's where he went.
He walked strait past the line of young girls, some as small as six, others as old as maybe 19. Nathan noticed one of the girls from one of his gym glasses, "Hey Amanda, how goes the flu?" he asked, walking past.
Here, he would get the celebrity treatment he wanted and deserved. He saw another girl, "Hi Melissa, glad to see the dentist didn't find any cavities," he said walking past. He thought it was funny, however, his students didn't. They thought it was weird to see him there, a old guy (though he wasn't that old, 28) walking up to a ticket counter for a Haley James concert.
"Samantha, apparently the doctor didn't need to give you all of those shots if you made it here in time to get such a wonderful spot in line," Nathan said, and walked past, all the way up to the front of the line. The line hadn't started moving yet, even though they were supposed to start at seven, and it was now almost eight. Karen hadn't arrived yet, and they couldn't start selling tickets without her there.
Nathan arrived at the front of the line, and saw his very favorite gym student, Allisha, there, "Why, if it isn't Allisha, and do I remember talking to your mother this morning. Something about how you were so sick you couldn't make it out of bed. You were cold and hot. You're muscles ached, and you had a fever of 107. Wow, shocking that you're out here, and at the front of the line at that. It's a shame it's a nasty day today, cause then you could really get sick," he said, as the person behind the counter said it was time to start selling tickets.
Nathan directly up there and demanded to speak with Karen, who in turn showed up at the window rather quickly.
"Nathan… what on earth are you doing here?"
"I've come for tickets and backstage passes to see Haley. Now, you're not going to get in my way of that, are you?" he asked, innocently.
"You really want to see her?"
"Well, yeah, for old times sake, I think it'd be good. So, how about those tickets and backstage passes?"
"You know Haley doesn't do backstage tours."
"I don't need a tour, just something to get me back there to see her, before and/or after the show, please."
"She'll kill me for this."
"I'll deal with her," Nathan smiled.
"Fine, you get five passes, which include tickets, no paparazzi, which include photographers, reporters, newscasters, everyone, got it, or you will be dead before Haley gets a chance to kill me."
"Got it, just a couple of my students, some who are actually at school and not faking illness."
"Okay," Karen handed them over. They were cool and all, so naturally she didn't charge them, he took them and walked away.
He soon heard footsteps behind him, a girl running, he could tell by the sound of high heels. He turned around and stopped. Allisha was running behind him.
"Maybe you should try doing that in gym class," Nathan said, and started to walk away.
"I'm sorry. I called you a liar. You do know Karen Roe, obviously, she gave you unheard of backstage passes, and when I asked her, she denied ever having backstage passes."
"Like I said, I have connections, and lots of them. One more thing, apologizing like this won't get you a backstage pass, I'm sorry."
"What!" she asked shocked. Someone had actually told her she couldn't have something.
"A. you don't participate in gym class, B. you called me a liar, and C. you're cutting class, not the kind of person I'd treat to a concert."
"Wait, you're just going to give away all five tickets?"
"No, I'm gonna go, I'm gonna go see Hales," he said, not even realizing what he called her.
"Who's Hales?"
"A nickname that I, well me and Lucas, had for Haley. Brooke always called her tutor-girl, then tutor-wife."
"Who's Brooke?"
"Brooke Davis, famous fashion designer."
"Stop it, she's like my favorite, you don't know her."
"I don't know Tigger, B. Davis, Cheery? Please."
"I loved her clothes when she merged with Sawyer designs."
"You mean Peyton? Yeah, I remember Peyt, dated Jake a while, then Jake left to find Jenny, it was one big fat mess. That's how life is when you grow up in Tree Hill, and your daddy's been the mayor for the past ten years."
"Jake who?"
"Jagielski, great basketball player, could have sworn he would have gone pro."
"You mean like ü ber hot actor Jake Jagielski? Who's Jenny? Him and Peyton dated? Your father is the Great Dan Scott? Why are you lying again?" She said and walked away in a huff. Nathan just laughed.
He called after her, "By the way, I'm writing you up for skipping class, have a nice day," he smiled that grin of his.
